As young William grew, Elizabeth and Will started to notice what chracteristics he held from both of them. He had Elizabeth's soft hands and eyes, but he looked nothing like his father in any way. The only why he was like his father, was that he had a natural blacksmithing talent. By age 8, he was working in the shop and by age 10, he was making his own swords.
But Will was still depressed that young William looked nothing like him. He was a spitting image of his father and he was a mirror to his father. What happened here? It was like he wasn't even his father, but he knew that he was.
One day, Anamaria came to Port Royal. She really had no reason, but her boat had just drifted that direction. She explored the town, admiring it, because Tortuga was no where near as tame. She walked into the blacksmith shop to see Will.
"Will, you still workin' here I see." She said as she stepped down the stairs and strolled about the room.
"Yes, and I'm living here with Elizabeth and William." Anamaria looked puzzled.
"Who is William?" And just then, William burst through the doors of the shop coming back from a delivery. Somehow, he always would come in at just the right moment.
"This is William, my son. William, this is Anamaria from the crew."
"Pleased to meet you," William said as he bowed. Anamaria squinted her eyes a tiny bit and tilted her head. She walked slowly toward William and felt his face.
"I tell you, he looks just like…JACK SPARROW!"